Project 365 - Week 6

OK, I am gonna warn you right now ... this is not the most exciting week we have ever had. I woke up Wed. with a serious case of the flu. And it all went downhill from there. I feel accomplished that I have any pictures here at all.

But, exciting or not, you will at least have some super cute girls to look at!!

Thank you Sara for hosting us every week! You rock!

And, here we go ....

Sunday - I was going through some drawers and found a bag of long forgotten head bands from when the girls were too small to rip them off of their heads. Once they figured that one out, I was done for. Sophie tried it on and LOVED the way she looked in it so kept it on for the rest of the day. I think we have found a great look for her!!!

Monday - Ummm, it doesn't work quite as well for Hattie. But that's OK, she is still beautiful!

And, yes, these are two separate days. I promise!

Tuesday - Playing peek-a-boo around the fish tank. I would give a million dollars for a video of this, the laughter and sounds of pure joy coming from these sweet things was PRECIOUS!

Wednesday - This was my view for the day - I was so very thankful for my trusty Holly Hobby blanket ... and, yes, it is mine, not one of the girls! And, I must admit that this is a cheater pic - I was WAAAAYYY too sick to do any picture taking on the actual day! It was actually taken the next day.

Thursday - Hubby helped with the laundry while I was out of commission - Bless him - and left this for me. All folded nice and neat.

Thanks Honey!

Friday - Got a little somethin in the mail. I have been waiting a lllllooooonnnnggg time for this one. Pretty sure my PBFF Beth Moore wrote this one just for me!

Saturday - The first time I could find enough energy to attempt the laundry room. This is just the tip of the iceberg. And it might just wait til tomorrow...

So that is a look at our week!

How was YOURS?

I Blame The Fever ...

I missed my weigh in for the Sisterhood Of The Shrinking Jeans on Wednesday, but it wasn't my fault.

I blame the fever.

And the fact that lifting my head up off of the pillow only resulted in a dash to the bathroom for one of two reasons. Let's just say it was coming out one end or the other and leave it at that, shall we?

Yeah.

I did weigh myself on Tuesday though. And it was not pretty.

On Monday - before I started the 30 day Shred - I had hit 11 pounds. On Tuesday - after two days of the Shred - I had GAINED 4 pounds.

I was not a happy camper.

But then I got sick and proceeded to throw up everything I managed to choke down for the majority of the day on Wed. The only thing that STAYED down was some Ramen - and given the sodium involved there, I was not too enthused to weigh in again. EVER.

But, I did and saw that I was back up to 10 pounds down on Thursday. I am not really going to count that though. I was dehydrated and starved and still sick as a dog, so it was probably nowhere near accurate!

Anyhoo - this week's challenge with the Sisterhood was to try something new. I am pretty sure that it was supposed to be a new kind of workout or new activity of some sort - and I really wanted to try something new. BUT, I was in bed most of the week so that didn't really happen.

I did, however, figure out one thing new to do. Or at least one new way to do something old. From this moment forth, I will weigh myself once a week and that is ALL. No more daily trips to the scale for a short term high or esteem crushing punch in the stomach. NO MORE.

This will allow me to keep myself accountable without completely obsessing about a number. I can focus on overall health and well being and not get sidetracked. I think it's better for ME this way.

I am also going to start looking at this weight loss/fitness challenge on a day to day basis instead of a long term goal. I cannot control where I will be in 6 months until I learn to control today.

So today is my challenge. And TODAY? Well, today I managed to NOT eat the cinnamon roll that Sophie left on her plate after breakfast. And today I did NOT eat the remaining veggie chips that Hattie brought home from her lunch. These may be small victories, I know. But, today they are MY victories. And I am claiming them.

(I did also try to do a light workout today, but 10 minutes into it I felt like I was going to pass out - stupid flu! - so I didn't finish. But 10 minutes is better than nothing, right?!)

So, there you have it. That is my Sisterhood of The Shrinking Jeans report of the week.

How did YOU do?



PS - Yes, I am FULLY aware that this is a very random and discombobulated post ... but I blame the fever.

Conversations in The House Of B

I set my alarm for 6am this morning.

Actually I set TWO alarms for 6am this morning. Because I am just that hard to wake up. Oh yeah, I am a JOY to behold in the morning. Just ask my man.

So, WHY did I set my alarm ... alarmS ... for such a cruel and unfortunate hour? Because this morning I started a new routine (note: I call it "routine" in the hopes that tomorrow I will subconsciously think routine and get up and do it all over again). A routine which shall include all sorts of physical pain and torture.

Yes, this morning I started (again) the Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred.

In other words, this morning I entered the bowels of h-e-double-hockey-sticks.

And, surprisingly, I was not at all enthused when I awoke to the sound of my alarm this morning. Yes, and I was even LESS enthused when, just as soon as I rolled over and closed my eyes again, the SECOND alarm went off. Dang me and my brilliant idea of multiple alarms!

So, before I finally drug (dragged?) my sorry rumpus out of the nice warm bed, my man and I had a sweet conversation that went a little something like this:

Me - Tell me to get up and do this.

Hubs - Get up and do this.

Me - Tell me that I will eventually be happy I did - when I am no longer a tub of lard.

Hubs - Get up and do this before I hurt you for calling my wife a tub of lard.

Me - (pouting) But Jillian is MEAN!

Hubs - Tell her I'll beat her up if she hurts you.

Me - Honey, I love you more than anything on this earth, but I'm pretty sure she can take you.

Hubs - Yeah, you're right about that ... OK, tell her I'm gonna hurt her fist with my face if she's not nice.


Needless to say, I got up and worked out.

All in the interest of saving my hubby from having to beat up Jillian Michaels' hands with his handsome face.

Let it never be said that I don't love my man.

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In other news - I hit double digits this morning ... DOUBLE DIGITS!

I have now lost 11 POUNDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!